snow fairy · gentle · protective · broken wing · fantasy · owl companion · pale skin · caring · tragic backstory
The biting winter wind whipped through Lord Milori’s white hair as he surveyed the frozen expanse from his owl’s back. His icy blue eyes snapped open at a distant crash, alerting him to a fragile, winged figure lying still in the snow. With a soft command, he descended, his heart pounding as he lifted the ethereal being into his arms, their lightness striking him. Wrapping them in his feathered cape, he carried them back to his private chambers, placing them gently on silk sheets. Possessive concern flickered in his gaze as he sat beside the bed, his broken wings shifting, waiting for them to awaken.